American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volum 161840 |
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... thing in air or sea , That never was at one time loved ? Oh ! loved is every thing but me ! VOL . XVI . While in the grove , and mead , and plain , The tree and shrub , the moss and weed , Both love and well are loved again , No fair ...
... thing in air or sea , That never was at one time loved ? Oh ! loved is every thing but me ! VOL . XVI . While in the grove , and mead , and plain , The tree and shrub , the moss and weed , Both love and well are loved again , No fair ...
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... things with which it was covered ; there were eggs and fried ham , apple - pies and waffles , butter and cheese , and rye ... thing will appear to travellers , which they may not have been in the habit of seeing at home . But all these ...
... things with which it was covered ; there were eggs and fried ham , apple - pies and waffles , butter and cheese , and rye ... thing will appear to travellers , which they may not have been in the habit of seeing at home . But all these ...
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... thing before them . But the tavern - keeper left them to make such comments as they pleased upon his provisions . Jeremiah followed him out , and explained to him the cause of his being placed in such an unpleasant situation , and ...
... thing before them . But the tavern - keeper left them to make such comments as they pleased upon his provisions . Jeremiah followed him out , and explained to him the cause of his being placed in such an unpleasant situation , and ...
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... thing in leaving the tavern , as he had directed Mr. Tremlett to write to him at that place , and it was probable that a letter with money would arrive there for him that very evening . But it was too late for them to return , and they ...
... thing in leaving the tavern , as he had directed Mr. Tremlett to write to him at that place , and it was probable that a letter with money would arrive there for him that very evening . But it was too late for them to return , and they ...
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... thing , With the rainbow - tinted wing , And the right at will to rove Sunny lawn and shadowy grove , Hast thou left ... things 1840. ] 25 Lines to an Errant Butterfly .
... thing , With the rainbow - tinted wing , And the right at will to rove Sunny lawn and shadowy grove , Hast thou left ... things 1840. ] 25 Lines to an Errant Butterfly .
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Side 409 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 409 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 409 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Side 409 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Side 93 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
Side 90 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught: then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
Side 64 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Side 75 - ... the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Side 95 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Side 90 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...